What did you think of their conversation?
Brax’s povAfter arguing with Airk, I went to my gym and hit the bag until I felt better. I was hitting the bag for hours when I realized it wasn’t working. Airk and I needed to talk this out, and no amount of boxing would fix this.‘You told him we're mates,’ Hudson said, speaking to me the first time since I left our room. He knew I needed quiet to clear my head.‘Yes, now the ball is in his court.’‘But it might scare him even more,’ Hudson argued.I knew it could. It wasn’t a conscious decision to tell him, but holding in the fact that he was my mate felt like lying. Pretending things were fine was lying too.Things between Airk and me weren’t fine because we were both holding back out of fear. I was scared to hurt him, and he was scared of giving himself fully to me. I understood why, even if it did hurt at times. I would never hurt Airk, but this wasn’t about me, but about him.I crawled into bed next to Airk, putting my arms around him. I have never loved anyone the way I did Ai
Airk’s pov Why I suddenly felt brave enough to take this next step was a question I had been asking myself all night. I was still scared. Really scared. And it wasn’t because I thought I’d get Kael back, but it felt like something that needed to happen. For me and for Brax. And once I had decided that this was what we were going to do, it was like a button had been pressed inside my head. This was my decision, and it was final. I could do this. I let go of all the fear and anxiety and tried to stay in the moment. It wasn’t until I marked Brax that I suddenly realized what we had done. ‘Perhaps the drugs getting out of your system helped too.’ Kael said. Yeah. I got Kael back! Through our new bond, I could feel Brax. I could feel his love for me and his happiness at being marked by me, and I wished he would be able to feel the same. When Brax offered to hug me when he marked me, it was the perfect solution. It was so intimate, the way he held me as he slowly marked me. Honestly,
Mila’s pov Argo was so excited that his feelings woke me up through the bond. I looked around the room to see that he was already gone. Did he let me sleep in? ‘He’s so sweet,’ Leysa said, sounding so in love. I couldn’t blame my wolf; I was feeling the same way. Things between Argo and me were good. Really good, and I wondered if it would always be this easy. The sex was great—no better than great; the work was awesome; and he was a super mate. There are no other words to describe my pretty boy other than perfect. ‘Well, he does fart in his sleep,’ Leysa countered, and I laughed out loud at her words. He did, but somehow it didn’t matter to me. He was still perfect. I stretched my arms before I mindlinked Argo. ‘What has gotten you so excited?’ ‘Fuck, you were supposed to sleep in, sunshine.’ I didn’t mind waking up; I could always go to bed early tonight. Leysa laughed at my words, ‘I doubt Argo will let you sleep tonight.’ ‘I couldn’t sleep when I could feel how excited you
Argo’s pov Dinner was fucking great, but all I could think of was that little apron. I knew Mila would rock that fucking look, and I was going to rock her fucking world. ‘Stop being so damn horny,’ Mila scolded me using our mindlink. ‘We’re eating!’ I smirked, seeing the faint blush on her cheek. Whatever I was feeling, she was feeling too, and I could already smell her arousal in the air. But not to embarrass my mate further, I decided to focus on my brother, who was seated next to me. “Stark is really fucking excited to see his brother.” I told Airk. “We could leave early and let them run? Just the two of us.” Airk suggested, and I loved that even now that he was marked, he still made time for me. It wasn't like I hadn't made time for him, but things were different now. Airk was just marked and mated and well, basically in the honeymoon phase. All you could think about in that phase was fucking, and, well, fucking. I imagined all Brax and Airk had on their brain was sex. ‘I g
Isaac’s pov “I am so fucking happy for Airk.” Argo told me over the phone. “It’s a big fucking step.” “It is.” I replied, happy for my friends. Both of them got the mates they deserved, and especially after everything Airk went through, I was glad things were going well with Alpha Brax. I missed my friends, though. We weren’t just best friends, we were cousins, and we grew up together. It had always been the three of us. Hazel often joined our little group once she was rescued from the School but when Argo and I both started having a crush on her, it complicated things. But now Hazel is gone too. She moved to Eli’s pack, and it was just me that was left. “So, how are things with you? I’m fucking sorry for not calling sooner, but with everything that’s happening around here, it’s just been crazy busy.” Argo said. I didn’t blame him. He was the gamma of the Blood Rock pack, and the soldiers needed a lot more training than ours did. “It’s fine. Does Aunt Leia know?” Argo chuckled,
Emmy’s pov “Isaac will be joining you.” Lady Kate told me, smiling at me. “Okay,” was all I could answer. Lady Kate and former Beta Sierra had been so nice to me; the entire pack had. Even after what I did, they still treated me with kindness. But I knew where their loyalties lay—with their son and daughter. Liv had been really nice to me as well and had even let me borrow some of her clothes. When I left the Winter Bone pack, I didn't have anything with me but the clothes on my back. While former Alpha Osiris and former Luna Lily had offered to bring me some of the clothing from my old closet, it felt wrong to take them. They were bought by Alpha Jace and weren't my property. “Is it really okay?” Former Beta Sierra asked, trying to get me to talk. But she and I both knew I wasn’t going to tell them the truth. Of course, it wasn’t okay. How could it be? Isaac is my mate, but he doesn’t want me. And why should he want me? I am damaged goods. My virginity is gone, and I am not abl
Isaac’s pov ‘Your mate is lying.’ Grandpa Os said. ‘She is clearly nervous.’ Of course, Emmy was lying. I had no clue what was true or what wasn’t. Had she ever been truthful with me? Perhaps the only time I really saw her true self was when she realized I was her mate. That reaction of shock was the only emotion I had seen from her that I knew was truthful. ‘She lies a lot. I never know what's real or not.’ I told my grandpa. ‘Maybe worry less about what’s true and not, but more about why she feels the need to lie.’ Grandpa replied. My grandpa's words made me think. Why did Emmy feel the need to be perfect and lie, even in circumstances like this? We wouldn’t judge her if she told us she was a bit nervous. Was this something she had picked up when she came to the Winter Bone Pack, or was she taught to pretend to be perfect by her parents? Had Emmy ever been allowed to express her feelings? After I told Emmy I was glad to be spending some time with her, she rested her head agai
Emmy’s povIsaac held my hand on the plane, and despite having little experience holding someone's hand, it calmed my nerves a bit.I knew I would be scared walking back into the packhouse, but I didn’t realize how petrified I was until I was led down the corridor to my old room.Did the staff give me this room on purpose, knowing it was my old room? Did they hate me this much?I stood frozen, staring at my old door. The imprint where the alpha had pushed my head against the wooden door was still there.It was impossible for me to move; the sounds around me were disappearing, and I was left with my memories.I didn’t even realize I was moving until we passed a door with claw marks in the frame.“Emmy?” Isaac’s faint voice said in the distance, but I was unable to register what was happening around me.The alpha must be near here. He will get so angry if I wander through the packhouse. He hates it when I disobey him. I need to be an obedient and submissive mate. I need to be of service.
Hi!it seems I wasn't very clear. but the chapter from Storm’s pov is actually the end of the Stolen Alpha. So it's not something I can change. I simply forgot about it and I started writing the first draft of Nivia's story and went to read the end to make sure it matched whatever I wrote last year.hope this clarifies things.and yes, Kyra was alive in the chapter. but since Eli named his daughter Kyra, we can pretend its her and not reveal that I sometimes forget my own story......anyway once again thank you for your support. I first need to finish the Luna prophecy before I start on Nivia's story, whatever that may be
- - Five years after chapter 119. -- Argo’s pov Airk slapped my thigh a lot, fucking harder than was necessary. He knew I had been training a lot, and my muscles were still sore from sparring against his mate. Everyone might assume he’s a fragile little luna, but that man works out daily, and he is very fucking protective of Brax. “So, you almost beat him this time.” Airk said, and I wasn’t sure if he was complimenting me or threatening me. “It’s my goal, you know. He is the only one left to beat.” I joked. “You didn’t beat me.” Airk replied, raising his eyebrow. “I beat you when we were fucking fifteen! How could you forget?” As a kid, I’ve beaten him countless times, but I didn’t want to rub it in too fucking much. Mila entered the room, looking like the most beautiful duck as she waddled towards us. I would never call her that to her face, though; my sunshine had turned into quite a monster this pregnancy. She’d fucking rip my balls off if I called her a duck. "Hi, beautifu
So... I thought of a story line for Nivia and started writing the chapter, but then I remembered I actually already wrote a chapter about Nivia (Aeryn's daughter) at the end of the Stolen Alpha. I'll post it here as well, so you don't have to go looking. It's free; don't worry. But in the story, I reveal that Osiris is in his 70s. I did the math, and since Osiris was 28? I think when he became a dad for the first time, Asher was 20 and Aeryn was 18. Once Nivia is 18, Osiris should be... 84. Which in werewolf years isn't that old. I thought he was about 100 now, but I forgot they all had kids a lot younger than humans. So he's safe for now :D But I have three options for Nivia and haven't really settled on one yet. But for most of them, she will go to a special academy for werewolves that they started a few years ago to make sure future alphas and betas won't make the same mistakes. It is something Asher started to make future leaders see they have more in common than they realize.
Osiris’ pov ‘Are you happy?’ Santos asked as I watched all the kids play together. ‘You can literally feel what I feel and hear my thoughts….’ I countered, annoyed with the old wolf. ‘If you consider that you got me when you were eighteen, I’m actually younger than you.’ Santos replied, waging his tale in my mind playfully. In my mind, he was still the same as always, but in reality, like me, he needed assistance. He couldn't walk properly without the help of prostethics. If I could have gone back in time and changed things, I wouldn’t have changed this. I would have made sure Riker was still alive, but then his mate Mia wouldn’t have found her second mate. Maybe I would have saved Kyra or any of the other wolves who have passed over the years, but who knows the ripple effect of that change? ‘You’ve watched The Butterfly Effect too many times.’ Santos said, making me laugh. I've only watched that movie once, but I knew that if I went back in time to change things, life wouldn't
Isaac’s pov Time has flown by. Way too fast. As I’m sitting here, holding my son and seeing my mate after giving birth to another couple's baby, I just can’t believe we’re here. It feels like just yesterday that everyone went home, and Emmy and I were left running the Winter Bone pack. Thankfully, my mom, Sierra, stayed behind to help. As a former beta, she stepped up and knew exactly what to do. She had basically run the pack with my grandpa when my uncle left to find his daughters. My other mom, Kate, was busy trying to find ways to help my grandparents. While I knew Sierra was here to help me, she was also here because Kate could get a little obsessed when she’s working on something. My mom hardly sleeps when she’s in the zone, and she doesn’t stop until it’s finished. Sierra would only be in the way. But now that I have a child of my own, I wonder if mom didn’t also stay behind because she had just seen me hurt badly. Being hurt in battle was the first time I had ever been
Brax’s pov “So, what made you change your mind?” My sister asked, slowly sitting down. It was getting harder for her to walk, sit down, or get up without the help of Argo or someone else. “I don’t think I really changed my mind; it was just..." Before I could finish, Mila started to laugh. “You did a 180. When Airk came home after the bonfire, it was clear you did not want a child this way.” I shook my head, chuckling along. “It wasn’t that. It felt weird to have a timeframe in which Airk and I could start a family.” “Nobody said anything about when you were supposed to have a child," Mila argued. “Didn’t they? Emmy wanted kids with Isaac, but not before helping us. So that meant putting things on hold. And Elora has her own army of pups she wants to push out, so we needed to do the egg extraction at the right time between pregnancies.” Mila giggled. “They don’t have that many kids. Mom has more.” “Mom didn’t have a choice but to keep having kids.” Mila took a deep breath. “We
Airk’s pov “It was so fucking gross.” Argo said, making the same face he made when mom put Brussels sprouts on the table when we were young. “He just ripped his whole fucking face off!” Dad sighed, “I didn’t rip his whole face off. I merely stuck my claws into his face and pulled. I’m not sure what actually came off. Maybe it was just his nose or a piece of his mouth.” Mom gagged, she was in dad's lap around the fire. “You’re not making it sound any better, Ash.” “Speaking of gross-looking things, how is grandpa Os?” Argo asked mom. Dad, Aunt Kat, and more people growled, and Argo threw his hands up in the air. “I was the fucking one that had to carry him like a baby, feeling his melting flesh against my hands. Besides, it’s how we deal with painful things, right, mom?” Mom gave Argo a wink, but then sounded very stern. “Maybe be a bit more tactful next time, Argo. You know how fucking important Os is to people.” “Fine,” Argo scoffed. “How is the fucker?” “He and Mom are doing
Asher’s pov “What the fuck happened?” Storm asked when I came close. He was surrounded by dead bodies and covered in blood. I was still holding on to Argo, who was barely able to walk. Yeah, what did happen? It was hard for me to remember everything. “Alpha Scott had silver nails laced with wolfsbane; he fought with Argo. We need to get out of here.” Storm shook his head, “no, offense, but we’re not going anywhere until you, your son, and I get some bandages or something. Because we’re in no fucking shape to take on any more people.” “Speak for yourself,” I replied jokingly. I stared at Storm’s body; his body was more red than his skin color. Storm smirked at me, “it’s mostly not my blood. But I did get shot, um, twice. So that fucking sucks.” I looked over at my son, who was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Storm was right. We needed to stop the bleeding and rest before we left. We were sitting ducks here, but I did just kill the Alpha of this pack. So the remaini
Argo’s pov “It’s going to be fucking fine,” Storm suddenly said, startling me. We had been silently trying to track Dad for hours, focusing on all our senses. We weren’t running in wolf shape because some of our travels went through human territory. Also, we couldn’t fucking communicate if we were in our wolf form, since we didn’t belong to the same pack anymore. “I didn’t say a fucking word…” I countered, looking at him with my eyebrow raised. “Your face is telling me enough, little fuckhead.” I scoffed, “well, big fuckhead, I am fine. And dad will be fine too. Unless you’re worried?” Storm shook his head, “Asher can handle anything.” I liked Storm. And not just because he curses a whole fucking lot. He’s good to my sisters, and he’s like a third son to my parents. And he’s given my parents their first grandkids, which puts some pressure on the rest of us. But I knew he was just as worried as I was. Storm was really fucking close to my dad. Like surrogate dad, close. Fucker